She is the moonlight in the dark night

If you have ever been to a coffee shop, or worked part-time in a coffee shop, you must know that when the steam pipe comes out of steam, the sound is very loud.

Ji Yingying had never operated a coffee machine before, so naturally she didn't know that the sound of the steam pipe was so loud.

She was startled by the sound, and after she realized it, she subconsciously slipped into Huo Zheng's arms.

Huo Zheng's wrist has blue meridians, and his left hand is holding her shoulder. The muscles in his arm are not obvious, but Ji Yingying can feel a lot of strength. His arm is firmly around her shoulder, like a solid wall .

With his other hand, he turned on the switch of the steam pipe.

The steam disappeared in an instant, and the voice calmed down.

Ji Yingying could even hear her own breathing, because she was startled, and it sounded in front of him in a hurry.

"Why don't you tell me?"

Still in shock, she looked at the steam pipe behind her, then at Huo Zheng in front of her.

He looked down at her, his thin lips curled up slightly, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.

"I don't know either, you'll be startled by the steam pipe."

He took a step back and gave way.

He pinched her waist with his hand and put her aside.

Ji Yingying only felt her body lighten, and she appeared beside him, left his embrace, and came out from between him and the coffee machine.

"Let me do it, you go to the side and wait."

Ji Yingying couldn't wish more, being held in his arms was too ambiguous, she hurried back to the master bedroom, changed her clothes, and when she came out again, she was about to meet Huo Zheng who was about to find her with coffee.

"Give."

He handed over the coffee cup in his hand, and when Ji Yingying took it, she saw a pattern in the cup.

This is latte art.

Ji Yingying was stunned when she saw a garland of roses.

Although she doesn't drink coffee often, she also knows the technique of latte art, not everyone can do it.

Huo Zheng would!
She vaguely remembered that Huo Zheng didn't drink coffee either.

Why, a few years have passed, and I can even do latte art!

"Where did you learn it?"

Ji Yingying was very surprised.

She looked left and right, feeling very strange.

The pattern of the rose is relatively simple, and several petals surround it to form a rose.

Ji Yingying had never seen rose patterned garlands before. She stared at the garlands in the cup and liked them very much.

White garlands are like white roses.

Huo Zheng raised his chin, indicating that she could have a drink first.

Ji Yingying took a shallow sip.She doesn't drink coffee often, but she can also feel that the quality of this coffee must not be low.

The taste is mellow, with a touch of milk.

Ji Yingying's attention is all on latte art.

She took a shallow sip, and the shape of the latte flower changed a little, but it was not destroyed. The rose flower stood alone on the coffee, looking very beautiful.

Ji Yingying snorted in satisfaction, but she didn't notice that there was some white foam on her lips.

Huo Zheng's hand suddenly grasped the coffee cup, and his fingertips touched Ji Yingying's. Ji Yingying quickly stabilized her fingers for fear of being touched by him.

Before she asked Huo Zheng to let go, Huo Zheng raised her chin with his other hand.

Gently touched the corner of her lips with a gentle touch.

When Ji Yingying realized it, he had already raised his head.

His eyes were dark, and he stared at her like a cheetah staring at its prey.

"There's milk foam stuck in here."

His fingers caressed the corners of her lips and rubbed them lightly, but Ji Yingying felt it was obvious.

Only then did Ji Yingying understand why he reached out to hold the coffee cup in the first place.

It was because she was afraid that when she dodged, she would spill the coffee.

Ji Yingying's cheeks were reddish, and she looked swollen like a little puffer fish.

"For the sake of making such good coffee, I don't care about it with you."

She grumbled and ran away with the coffee cup in her hand.

As soon as she ran to the sofa, Ji Yingying realized that she still had questions.

"By the way, why do you make coffee? I remember you never drank coffee before."

Huo Zheng folded his arms and stood in the dimly lit corridor, looking at her intently.

"Do you still remember my little habit a few years ago?"

A few years ago, he really wasn't used to drinking coffee.

It's not because I'm not used to coffee, but because I'm not used to drinking coffee. When I was young, I sometimes drank tea, but I didn't have many opportunities to drink coffee.

During the time at Ji's house, he really didn't drink coffee.

Huo Zheng remembered that he had never mentioned his little habit to Ji Yingying.

She actually knew.

If it wasn't what he said, it could only be what she observed.

She has remembered this little habit of his for so many years.
Facing his deep gaze, Ji Yingying subconsciously avoided his gaze, did not answer his question, and walked to the other side of the house with her coffee cup in her arms.

Huo Zheng didn't follow. He watched her back gradually shrink and disappear into the room on the other side.

There was the guest bedroom, and she had no reason to go there.

Probably just to avoid him.

Huo Zheng guessed right. When Ji Yingying was sitting by the bed, holding a coffee cup, her thoughts gradually fell into deep thought because of his question just now.

If it wasn't for Huo Zheng's problem, she wouldn't even have noticed that she had memorized his little habits for so long.

Her eyelids were downcast, and the light did not filter through her long lashes, leaving a faint shadow on her cheeks.

Ji Yingying held the coffee cup and drank it in a few sips. The hot coffee burned her lips, but she didn't seem to feel it.

Seeing the dilapidated garland of roses on the coffee, he sighed half helplessly and half stubbornly.

It turns out that it is so difficult to quit a person.

It took her two full years to forget him, but she still hasn't forgotten-
With a few hours before dinner, Huo Zheng sent Ji Yingying to school first.

Ji Yingying trotted towards the teaching building with the textbooks she needed for class on her back.

Sitting in the car, Huo Zheng watched her carrying a small backpack and her ponytail bouncing back and forth following her running posture, carrying a youthful vigor that was hard to hide.

He watched her through the car window.

Yu Shu noticed Huo Zheng's focused expression and didn't dare to drive.

He waited for a while, and asked with some uncertainty, "Mr. Huo? Should we go now or wait a little longer?"

Huo Zheng came back to his senses, his obsidian eyes looked at the cautious Yu Shu through the rearview mirror.

"Yu Shu."

His slender hands dragged his chin, and his eyes were deep, "You have known Ji Yingying for a long time."

Yu Shu nodded, "Yes."

Huo Zheng leaned into the car seat, his profile was deep, his eyes were almost perfect, the narrow and long folds made his eye sockets deeper, his nose was straight and his lips were thin, and his jaw line was like a knife carving.

"You know about the accident four years ago, do you think she will be behind the scenes?"

Yu Shu didn't expect Huo Zheng to ask him, and was stunned for a moment.